Epic Scout Novels & Stories

"The Scions shaped a lot of places in Mirepa, especially the earlier ones. The Earth Sculptor especially loves terraforming." "You seem to know a lot about them, huh?" Saracenia held back a smile but failed. "They're pretty much my idols growing up. My parents disapprove me working as 'just' a maid, but it's always been my dream to work with a Scion. I'd be happy to do anything as long it's for them." "That includes being a truck driver, apparently." Saracenia laughed and Tirana joined in. Casual road trip ambience aside, Tirana was still aware that they were on a mission, and quickly went quiet to keep watch on the passing cars. The Sovereigns could be anywhere, and Tirana knew she must rem

The voice to tell me that I should be mad to them because they hid my son's real condition. I found out that Nico has a Cholinergic urticaria or a heat bumps. If he gets sweaty or in a heat temperature he will feel itchy. And my siblings knows that and they didn't tell me because I might get paranoid and put Nico always in aircon, well that's kind of a fact. I'm a mother and I just want what's best for my child.

He says, with his lips trembling and tears glazing over his eyes. FUCK. ME. He is kidnapping young men and women. What is happening to the women? Where are they going? “Why did he send you to scout my pack?” “He wanted me to report back to him the path you take for the full moon run.” The scout said. “What’s your name scout?” I asked “Jake Woods, Alpha. Will you help me? Please?” He’s practically begging.

He just stood there, hands up, shaking. Kael brought him in. The scout was young, maybe seventeen. Eyes red from lack of sleep. “I’m not here to fight,” the scout said immediately. “I’m here because my sister’s sick. Council blocked all trade to River Claw last week. No medicine comes in. No healer can reach us.” Mara’s first instinct was to call it a lie. A trap. But Luna saw the fear in his eyes. Real fear. Luna looked at Kael. “Check it.”

The distance between each step was unusual which made their precision deliberate and primal. “Did you see the figure?” I asked the scout. “No, Beta Kieran.” the scout replied, his hands still trembling with fear. “What I saw was the shadow.” “And what was it like?” I asked, expecting an immediate reply. “It was very large, with four horns.” He said. A murmur surged through the warriors as they too observed the strange imprints and the words from the mouth of the scout. I pressed my palms to the ground, feeling the faint energy that rippled through the earth.

Scarlet said in her chipper voice before exiting the room as told. “She is too smart for her own good.” Bethany said before diving into a million questions. While I was glad the night before had been interrogation free, I knew this would come eventually. I answered most of her questions. I left out the information about anything I saw inside the cave. For some reason my gut told me the more people that knew the worse off the situation would be.

he frowned. It was kind of funny watching him frown because of the lip piercing. “Scout? Why were people sent out to scout? Is that what Colby was doing?” I questioned. “Alpha and his three advisors believe they have a general idea of where we can find those Syndicate fucks. Scouts were sent out to check the area. Given that, like me, Kitty can mask her scent, she was selected as a scout,” he explained. I sat up a little hearing this. “Syndicate?” I questioned, not recognizing the name. “And Colby?” I asked.

Ethan’s expression didn’t change, but his stance did, shifting just slightly, ready. “Positions,” he said again, sharper. The pack moved faster this time, but not perfect, not clean, and that sat wrong in my chest, scaring me more than I wanted to admit as seconds dragged too long, too quiet, then movement broke through the trees, fast, a figure stumbling forward barely holding himself up, and my breath caught. “Wait—” I started, my chest tightening. It was one of the scouts, covered in blood, too much of it. He hit the ground hard, struggling to push himself up, his breathing uneven, desperate.

It seemed that someone was coming. “My Alpha,” the scout gasped, his eyes wide with terror. “Alpha Malcolm has mobilized far faster than expected.”

He had resisted the idea of seeking out a mate amidst his personal turmoil, but the growing tension in the air reminded him that time was a luxury he could no longer afford. His fierce contemplation was abruptly shattered by the sudden intrusion of one of his scouts. The door swung open with a creak, and the scout stumbled in, his eyes wide and filled with unspoken dread. Breathless and panicked, he leaned against the doorframe, the urgency radiating off him like a palpable energy that sent alarm bells ringing in Caden’s mind. "Caden, I have terrible news," the scout gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the air itself was heavy with foreboding. "I've just received word that th